"Thursday"
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I were a bit prettier and smarter, If i were
unique, from a magazine cover, I would have the courage
to cross the train and ask you: Who you are. You sit in
front and you can not imagine.. I wear my best skirt for you.
You throw a yawn to the glass my pupils grow
wider. Suddenly
you look at me and sigh, I close my eyes you look
away, Trying to breath i grow tiny and start to
shake. And so the days go from Monday to Friday, Like
the swallows Becquer's poem, From station to
station we sit in the front you and I we come and go
silently.Suddenly you
look at me and sigh, I close my eyes you look
away, Trying to breath i grow tiny and start to shake
. And then it happens, I wake up my lips,
pronounce your name, I suppose you think im the dumbest
girl, And I want to die. But then time
stops, You approach me saying, "I do not
know you and I miss you. You know, every morning I skip the
direct route, and board this train. And we're almost there, my life has
changed. A special day this March 11, You take my
hand, we come to a tunnel that turns off the light.
With the help of my hands I find your face, I become brave,
kiss you on the lips, You say you love me and to
you I give the last beat of my heart...
- La Oreja de Vqn Gogh "Jueves"
translated from spanish.
For those
who do not know, March 11th was the date in 2004 when there
was a major terrorist act in a Madrid subway in which a
subway train was bombed in a tunnel. This song is about
that... ♥♥♥ Sorry it's not that
good, its hard to translate!
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